[Turning to face the boy who just spoke, Merida gestures to the rows upon rows of shampoo, etc. Laying the blame on them, as easily as if they'd been her triplet brothers.]
Aye, there's somethin' wrong. These...things. How am I supposed to know which ones to get? I can't make any sense of it.
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Aye, there's somethin' wrong. These...things. How am I supposed to know which ones to get? I can't make any sense of it.